If you got a message Leave your name and number, And we'll get back to you. Sleep on your back And ash in your shoes And always use the old sense of
Pain works on a sliding scale So does pleasure in a candy jail True love doesn't come around any more than fate allows on a Monday in Ft. Lauderdale I
Call me from Albermarle Station if you can I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans We used to dance in this split-level ranch when
Gold and Green Red and Blue Are the lights on the signs that line Charlotte avenue. From the corner window, I watch the falling white flakes. God must
Baby let's get dressed up I got two pairs of shoes Darling you look so beautiful when your hair's all hung in jewels and sometimes I find it really hard
Back then I had a Buckingham rabbit. I'd been lonely since she found Christ. Now is the time to depend on the law: the nights of my professional life.
I wish I lived in the power and light I wish it wasn't Saturday night 'Cause I can't raise hell No, I can't raise hell for two I wish I had a thousand
Old San Francisco, San Francisco B.C. I lived with my true love and she lived with me. "Romance is the douche of the bourgeoisie" Was the very first thing
They don't walk and they don't talk in Malibu. They don't vote and they don't smoke. I know you're blue... They don't cream and they don't dream in Kansas
Way way out past where the sidewalks disappear And up through bright blue blocks of sky Where the days turn to weeks in the months the year And we're
I see you gracefully swimming with the country club women in the Greenwood southside society pool. I love your amethyst eyes and your protestant thighs
I love the sound of a jukebox playin' So I sit here while she's staying home Watching Dalls on TV I love the taste of whiskey straight The strongest thing
I passed out on the fourteenth floor the CPR was so erotic a blizzard blew in through the door and little glowing cum buckets in her ankles O Dallas
He almost walked into a wall Oh, man, she was a sight to see And at the party down the hall He said, "you are the highest apple in the tree" Out the
Radio's on, feeling all right Cruising the strip on a Saturday night. I smile and I wave and I hide all my pain but the sign on my bumper gives me away
I was 19, and dead from the neck up. She was a Christian rock ingenue. Sentimental as a cat's grave Her fucking body broke my eyes And she said, I
Inside the golden days of missing you with the people of Cleveland who've suffered for so many years The shattered glass cussed and when it broke it spoke
I'm drunk on a couch in Nashville In a duplex near the reservoir And every single thought is like a punch in the face I'm like a rabbit freezing on a